We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage /
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, /
We Poets of the proud old lineage /
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ...
(James Elroy Flecker)
These were short and appeared at my blog Stones for the River, where you can view them at this link. After that they started getting longer so I moved the rest of the series here; see following posts.
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